Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
Aurelia wades through the jungle along the Apopo ridges, her trademark cloak hiding much of her form and face. As far as anything else is concerned, she's nothing more than a shadow on the cliff edges. Her green gaze meshes against the fresh leaf shoots brought on by Flowerbirth as she sifts through plants that pique her interest.
It's a set of tracks she spies amidst softer soil that truly catch her attention. Abandoning the foliage, Aurelia bends down to more closely examine them. They're fresh, very fresh. In her time as a bounty hunter, tracking people down in specific is a well-honed skill of hers. A lot can be told from footprints; height, weight, injury, or even intention. This particular set seem to belong to someone tall, but not very heavy, and the pathing is very direct. There's little by way of hesitation or deviation from a direction.
They lead her up along a cliffside, towards a small cave created by a large boulder against the volcano. There's movement she hears as she closes in, a shuffle of feet, and suddenly an arrow is pointed in the direction of the cave mouth. Holding the shot and affixing her stance to something well-practiced, she prepares for whatever might come out.
A familiar, brown-eyed bum pops up.
"Rigby?!" She exclaims, shocked, bow still directed at him for a moment. "What are you doing here?"
Once the initial surprise is over, she gently lowers the weapon and frowns at him. "You don't actually live here, do you?" Skepticism weighs heavily on her voice.
It's a set of tracks she spies amidst softer soil that truly catch her attention. Abandoning the foliage, Aurelia bends down to more closely examine them. They're fresh, very fresh. In her time as a bounty hunter, tracking people down in specific is a well-honed skill of hers. A lot can be told from footprints; height, weight, injury, or even intention. This particular set seem to belong to someone tall, but not very heavy, and the pathing is very direct. There's little by way of hesitation or deviation from a direction.
They lead her up along a cliffside, towards a small cave created by a large boulder against the volcano. There's movement she hears as she closes in, a shuffle of feet, and suddenly an arrow is pointed in the direction of the cave mouth. Holding the shot and affixing her stance to something well-practiced, she prepares for whatever might come out.
A familiar, brown-eyed bum pops up.
"Rigby?!" She exclaims, shocked, bow still directed at him for a moment. "What are you doing here?"
Once the initial surprise is over, she gently lowers the weapon and frowns at him. "You don't actually live here, do you?" Skepticism weighs heavily on her voice.
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
